This was the third in the series of Rick & Diane, and was possibly my favorite. As you'll have seen from my previous stories, this series was inspired by true events, and although the characters' names have been changed, the stories (unfortunately!) took place only in my mind rather than in real life.
Over the course of sending these stories (and other emails) to "Rick," I learned a lot about him, not least of which was that not only had he already had an affair with a married woman in the neighborhood, but that of all the attractive women in the neighborhood where we all lived, he was particularly infatuated with "Diane."
I learned this by daring him to do something that would indicate which woman in the neighborhood he most wanted to sleep with, and he selected her. While initially I was disappointed (I'd hoped he'd choose me!), I subsequently made it my mission to assist him in taking his relationship with Diane to the next level.
After I started sending him these stories, he admitted to me that he tried to text her a bit, but it seems to have been a half-hearted attempt at best, as it went nowhere and earned him nothing. He'd originally told me he had "game," but even after having been given tremendous signals and open doors from her (like the incident which inspired this story, in which he visited her house one evening to help her out of what I heard from another neighbor was some type of "emergency"), he couldn't convert.
It was such a shame for both of them, although without her being aware of my involvement, I was able to help her "connect" with another single neighbor, and they were able to make it work in large part because Diane's husband was traveling on business for weeks at a time. So at least something good came out of it for her. And even if Rick ultimately didn't get what he desired, he did get some great stories to jerk off to!
I hope you enjoy "Stuck," which takes place after "Dugout" and "Backseat." Remember that I wrote these for Rick's enjoyment, so the person depicted as "you" in the story is him.
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One warm summer Friday night, you're at home, sitting on the deck watching the evening sky get darker. It was a long week, so you're relaxing with a beer, in shorts and a t-shirt. It's a beautiful and peaceful night, the neighborhood is quiet. The silence is interrupted by a text coming in, and when you look at your phone you're surprised to see it's from Diane, saying simply, "Are you home?"
Intrigued, you respond immediately, "Yes - what's up?"
Her reply comes seconds later, "Need your help. Can you come over? Will explain when you get here."
You respond, "On my way," and consider changing your clothes but it sounded urgent, so you just check in the mirror on your way out to make sure you look okay, run your fingers through your hair and pop a stick of gum in your mouth just in case, then head over.
You pull up to her completely dark house. Curious, you get out of the car, not quite sure what to do or where to go, when you hear her voice call to you from the courtyard where her front door is. "Rick? Is that you? I'm in here."
Stepping inside the front gate, it's very dark but you can barely make her out standing by the front door. You quickly walk up, saying "What's up, are you okay?"
"I'm stuck," she says, laughing somewhat embarrassedly, "As I was walking out the door to meet some girlfriends for drinks, my dress caught in the door and then it locked behind me. I tried calling the neighbors next to me and across the street, but no one's home." "And your family?" you ask hesitatntly.
"All gone for the night," she replies, "Sorry, there was no one else I could think of to call."
"No problem," you respond, "Okay if I take a look here?"
"Of course," she says. As you approach, you're struck again by how beautiful she is (even in the dark), by how good she looks dressed up (a very short sleeveless white dress, which seems to glow in the dark against her dark skin), and by how good she smells (starts to turn you on).
You slide next to her, the quarters are rather tight so you can't help but touch her body as you do, and that familiar electricity jolts through you again. A light tug on the dress and an attempt to turn the doorknob confirm she's right - she's definitely stuck, and the door is definitely locked.
"Hmmm," you say, standing right behind her now, "No key?"
"Nope - automatically locked behind me. When I got home later I was just going to go in through the back way."
At which she starts laughing, gently pushing back against your body to the point where you're not totally sure if it's deliberate or not, but then she says, "So to speak, of course," and you could swear that she was giving an extra push of her ass back into your now bulging shorts. You smile in the dark, and begin to realize that this situation could work to your advantage...
"Well, I see two potential ways out of this situation," you say, now putting your hands on her hips from behind her, "One of which is quick and painless, the other might take a little longer but be a bit more fun."